Page 24 of Sweet Keeper


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Hell, I swear that every time that this girl opens her mouth, she says the opposite thing of what I’m imagining. I can never predict what’s coming out of her lips or what’s her next move. Bree is entirely unpredictable, always catching me unprepared to reply. I give her that much.

“You’re right,” I admit, and she tilts her head, waiting. “That is the weirdest thing I’ve heard.”

I’ve heard some random shit before. The way some people talk to me during parties, and counting the two conversations that we’ve had before,thatis indeed the strangest thing that I’ve listened to in my life.

She moans, frustration dripping in the sound. “Please, answer the question.”

“Why do you want to know?” I ask out of curiosity.

I want to gather the details before I send her off on her way because I don’t know a thing about Carter’s life. He lives here, yes, but that doesn’t make us tight buddies.

“Just wondering.”

“Okay, what makes you think that I can answer that?” I concede, following her game, trying my best to hold back the laugh that threatens to break free.

She blinks.

“You… live together.”

“We share an apartment,” I correct her.

“And?”

I scoff.

“That doesn’t make us the closest pair.”

We tolerate each other, extending some courtesy, but that’s as far as it goes. We share an apartment and a field. But other than that, we don’t share the same interests.

Sometimes I even doubt that even Ryder can have a real connection with that guy.

“Yeah, but you live together. Does that give you some proximity title?”

I roll my eyes, feeling annoyed.

“I don’t know what kind of relationships you have with the people that you live with, but we don’t do that here. He’s just a guy that happens to live in the same apartment that I do. There’s nothing else.”

Bree remains quiet, staring at me for what seems like an hour. Indecision returns to her eyes as they hover around the edges of the doorframe.

“Hmm…”

“What?” I insist.

She shakes her head.

“No, nothing.” Bree pushes a smile on her face that I can see that it’s fake from a hundred miles.

It’s the same smile that she used with the Harpy since we started the class, so I’m familiar with it. Mainly because it’s also the same smile that she used with me after the test.

“You clearly came here to ask something.”

“Well, tell me what Ineedto know.”

Interesting choice of words. That information is not something that shewantsbutneeds.Since when did something so trivial become a need?

“Why do you wanna know?” I press. “Are you stalking him?”

She rolls her eyes so hard that there’s a chance that they’re going to stay stuck in the back of her head.

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